Craig stays silent for a moment, clearly considering my offer. "I have a counter offer." He remarks."What?" I ask, impatient."Regardless of whether you succeed or not, you will become my dark soldier. I will be your commander, and you will listen to me, and only me. Loyal to the dragons. You'll execute anything I ask of you. You will no longer see your family. Rather you will help the Dragons with anything we ask of you." Craig commands.I know that this is a bad idea. But I don't have another choice. If submitting to the Dragons will guarantee their safety, there really isn't any other option."I will agree to your terms, as long as you promise their safety. You can't go after Xavier or the Scorpions."Craig takes a moment to ponder the new terms."I agree to your terms." Craig replies.With that I begin to run from the building, running down the corridor, attempting to find my way out. I have a relative idea of where

I wake up, not knowing where I am or how I got here. My body has been pushed beyond it's limits, making it difficult to fully regain consciousness. I've only felt like this a few other times, but that was back when I was a teenager. Before I was able to run the Scorpions, I had to endure survival training, calling it lightly. It was more like training to see if you could survive. I was a school that was set up with some of our alliances from across the world. Running the Scorpions is no easy task. The purpose of the school is to prepare us for anything that could ever happen. They created us to be the ultimate leaders. Leaders with zero weaknesses. So whatever happened, our legacy would continue to go on.I never discussed anything that happened at that school with anyone. The closest was one time with Lexi. But I didn't want her to know everything. Rather I just told her it was a school that taught me how to become a true leader. I didn't lie to her

Before he has a moment to understand what I'm talking about, I reach around into his back pocket and grab the swiss army knife I know he always carries. "Lex? What are you doing? Do you think I didn't try that already?" He asks, but I don't have time to respond.Rather I dive under the water lowering myself towards the weight holding him down. It's extremely dark, preventing me from being able to see anything. Rather I use my hands to guide myself down his leg, and using my hands to tell me what I need to know.I feel around, my hands coming in contact with the weight, and chain around his leg. I don't have much time. The water was already at my head height, which means that I will only have a few minutes before it's at Xavier's head height. A massive bonus to him being much taller than I am. Right now I will take any hail mary's I can get.In less than a minute I have a mental image of what Xavier's bindings look like. I can tell that the weight se

"What? What happened? Is she ok?" I asked, spitting out questions faster than the officer could answer them.I knew something was wrong when the officer attempted to evade my questions."Are you with someone right now?""Yes, why?" I asked."Would they be able to take you to Memorial General Hospital?" The officer asked."Yes. But what's going on? What happened to my sister?" I asked, my blood running cold. The lighthearted environment that existed around me a few minutes had go, had no gone eerily silent. Everyone around me had gone silent, the more distraught I became."I'm sorry Mam. I think it's best if you come to the hospital." They said. I still remember the pain in their voice. I could tell that they were trying to keep something from me.I remember dropping the phone after they had said that. A few of my friends near me came running over. I fell to the ground in a heap. I could feel someone wrap their arms around me, wonderin

...Jax POV...Without Elena knowing, I had some of the men watching over her. I just wanted to make sure she was ok. Elena was one of those people that tend to hide their emotions so well, that even she's oblivious to them. I could tell something was bothering her, but I knew she wouldn't tell me. She likes to be strong and in control. And while letting others know that you're not ok, doesn't make you weak, to her, it feels as though she's losing a part of herself. It's something I've grown used to, and can only hope that in time she will feel comfortable discussing things with me, whether they're good or bad. I want to be there to love and support her in any way I can. So if it means that I have to have men watching her when I can't, so be it. The men had informed me that she had appeared to be unwell ever since we got back. I had wondered if it could be food poisoning or even stress. However as the days went by, I could no longer turn a blind eye to what was ha